So I thought I was being smart by putting a few ideas down for Valentines, however I didn't plan for my car to get broken into, or the temp job I got, or the work my husband's company needed me to do, or the running around the week before to interrupt all of my plans.
Tuesday night, I was invited to go shopping with one of my neighbors. I was really excited to go because I haven't had any "girl" time in a while. After spending a night at the mall and finding a really cute bookcase at Target, I drove home to my little condo and called it a night.
Wednesday: My new Relief Society President asked to meet with me around 11:45 so I planned on waking up to pick up from the night before and make sure everything was all clean for when she arrived. 12:00 rolled around and still no sign of her and I was supposed to go help someone with something. . . I got my coat and keys and walked out to my car to find the door not shut tight, I looked inside and knew automatically what happened. It had been broken into. The robbers stole my husband's new GPS, two books of CD's, they tried to pull out my CD player, they took all of our phone chargers--and more. They even took my stinking Victoria's Secret Lotion---Bastards. That's all I can say about them. Steve got mad at me because I probably used that word 20 times that day. Whoops.
The worst thing about somebody breaking into something that you own is that you feel violated---What if they had been watching you? Do they know which unit is mine or what I look like? Scary-- needless to say I have been getting up to check my house in the middle of the night.
While the cop was making a report, I found out another person in my condo complex had also had there car broken into. Our HOA lady was pissed!
Right as the cop was done, my Relief Society President walked up to me. I guess our appointment was at 12:45. Another Whoops. Thank Heavens she was forgiving.
After that, I ran to help this lady of a friend out with some temporary work. I stayed late and asked my husband if we could go to Olive Garden. That turned into a work ordeal bringing his dad who is also his boss and and a sub-contractor that his company uses to my dinner as well. HMMM. That night ended with a headache.
Thursday- More Temp work. Ran to another job interview. My husband's company landed a HUGE job.
Friday- The lady I have been helping went out of town so I worked for A.R.S.--my husband's company all day long. We are packing up all of the contents of what's left of a house that nearly burnt all the way down so A.R.S. can start the reconstruction. This particular family has a TON of stuff. After work, we stopped for food and than came home smelling like we had been camping for a week. I jumped right in the shower after all of my clothes went into the washer.
Saturday- Worked a half day for A.R.S. and than went home to shower again and ran out to get some stuff for Valentines.
I did end up getting red balloons for Steve and I got to dip Strawberries in chocolate later that night. Steve got called back to work and begged me to go with him so I did. When we got home, I went to bed because my stomach was hurting so bad.
Sunday- Pulled everything together and it turned out so cute. Steven got me a matching bookcase to the one I liked because we needed two, he bought white flowers and told me it was because our love was pure and it reminded him of our wedding, a cute stuffed polar bear that I named "Wumpkins," and a box of truffles! I got him two dozen red heart shaped balloons, blow-pop suckers (his fav.), chex mix (another fav.), Lindt white chocolate (because he's not a fan of regular chocolate), and a new beanie because he really needed a new one.
